You think you can create such a craze,
With just your pretty little face?
You act like an angel and fool all the boys,
Like they are some silly toys.
Flirting, playing are your forte.
So disgusted, I wanna splash you with my latte.
Shut up now, you little bitch.
My man is not the kind you can hitch.
You may charm him for a while.
But soon he'll see you're a stupid cow.
'Cause a real queen is who I am,
You're nothing more than a lousy scam.
Oh please don't cry over my nasty words.
You think it's bad? It should be worse.
Your sour tears won't get you anywhere,
Especially not near my man, I swear.
Shut up now, you little bitch.
I'd rather look at a rotting quiche.
Pack your puny brain in a case.
And get out of my face, get out of my face!
-SHUT UP BITCH-
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